His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 219

His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 218 Book2. Chapter 94

“You and Marrissa came with us a few timnes. My grandmother! She had curly red hair and always wore those bone things around her neck. Vou told me she looked like the wicked witch,” Abbie laughs. My brows pinched together as I tried to recall this memory or anything of that she spoke of.

“She used to have the giant tire swing out the back under the banyan tree?” Abbie tells me. I shake my head.

“Well, turns out you were right about her. She was a witch and human,” Abbie tells me with a laugh, yet was still wondering why I had no memories of this. Liam comes over to us and hands Abbie a glass, making me snith the air.

I looked at Liam, swearing I could smell blood, but he looked fine. I shake my head, believing I imagined it, and sip my glass of wine that I still hadn’t finished. Abbie sips her glass and pulls a face at its bitterness.

“Wait, your grandmother was a witch?” Trey asks, sounding curious. “That’s what Gannon said. Why?” Abbie answers him.

“Nothing, just the name Sia sounds familiar to me for some reason,” Trey tells her but offers nothing else.

“So where is your grandmother now, then? Maybe she can do a location spell on my daughter,” Tandi says, mumbling the last part,

“Dead. We killed her seven years later when she came after Gannon for killing her daughter,” Liam says matter-of-factly as if Abbie wasn’t sitting across from him.

“Woah, hold up! You killed her grandmother too?” Tandi asks, shocked.

“Yep, and…” Liam’s words suddenly cut off when the door opened. The lights flicker on, and we turn toward the doors.

“Okay. I was woken up by a guard saying someone was messing around in my kitchen only to find my Mudcake gone, along with half the pantry!” Simultaneously, everyone points at Trey, who throws his hands up, and I giggle.

“And no one thought to invite me?” Clarice demands, wandering over. She plucks the whiskey bottle out of Liam’s hand and drinks from it before sighing.

“Fuck, I needed that! Those kids have been running rings around me all damn night,” she states before falling into our little circle on the floor. She hands the bottle back to Liam, who smirks and rolls onto his back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

“If you’re going to raid my kitchen next time, an invitation would be nice, girls. Now, where is that cake?” she says.

“I’ll get it,” Trey says, wandering off. I watch everyone get wasted while I remain nursing the same wine glass. They looked like they needed to let loose. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to drink when I was constantly at Kyson about his drinking.

It didn’t feel right, and I was still sober along with Clarice when the sun came up. Who, I think, was sticking around to supervise, so we didn’t cause trouble. Meanwhile, Abbie could barely walk and was in fits of giggles, and her face was bright red from all the wine. She had also lost a slipper.